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67 · Jan 2020
Hide and seek
Victoria Jan 2020
Last night
I saw you hiding in between my sheets
As though we're playing hide-and-seek
You scratched my hand and teased my sight
Just like the empty spaces did

So tell me plase
Were you carried away by the humming rye
I'm now asking every spike
Though there's nothing ghost-alike

Or maybe
You got mesmerised by deep lake's eyes
Lost between the sky blue pebbles
So I'm sinking in the dark
But you haven't left a mark

Now it feels
Like you might have gone astray
In the field of emerald blades
So I'm checking every shade
Painting the naive daisies red
Though there's nothing but their heads

Can it be
You're wandering in a snow-white fog
Chasing after small blue stones
So I'm still forging ahead
Blindfolded through the groves
Though there's nothing but the thorns

Are you
Hiding in cold hollow trees
While I'm studying every crease
Though there's nothing that comes through
But the howls of freezing wind

As long as my hands preserve their hue
As long as there's air in view
As long as my eyes stay blue
I won't cease to search
For you
44 · Jan 2020
Only her
Victoria Jan 2020
Fingers rushing down my neck
Roaring in me
Like the forest in flames
Watching me sleep
With eyes like houses on fire
I haven't buried her still
Please, free me from my skin
Cause I am on fire
Fingers rushing down my neck
As red changes to black
37 · Jan 2020
Melting copper
Victoria Jan 2020
It took one breath and a blink of an eye
For me to feel like melting copper
The dawn was broken by the shimmering cry
Of the years between what's real and what's proper

The time seemed to mock itself
As the night painted your hair in silver and golden
I was lying there pulling the hands of the clock
And wondered if there was something supposed to be molded.

But when the morning dew came
Accompanied by the greyish goodbyes
I swore to myself that I will never talk to children again
They see the reflection of you in my eyes
The one which makes me want to hide the coins in my pockets
So that my hands don't feel like
Melting copper

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